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Show ILfaemais UapderipjsJs, V I r I ODD INCIDENTS OP FOKKION TRAV12I, AND OHSISl-iVATlON. London, Jan. 33, 189J No oneullo has visited Algiers will ever forget the lovejy, though d mtnullva hiosnuc u( SiJi Abd cl-,Klnman wlilcl1; ftiridj aliovq the Gtt(dtii.of Marengo nnd,ocrlooks the lea. M surroundings ntc churn-Ins, churn-Ins, And within It little cemetery hte tncalyptus, mulbury and fijj trees shading the quaint old tombs The Inner chapel Is sort of shrine from bclnj the burial-place of numbers of Moslem saints, IVclios and Dcys, and a uondrout number of sicred relics, emblems nnd carvings, wlili lamps, ostrich ceri, embroideries, grotesqucl) decorate the columns, walls and hang from tho ceilings. More than a million francs hate been expended on such jlfls and tokens It Is In this little Mosque that one tt III see so many Arab omen The glitter-Ing glitter-Ing slllc halks hide their facet, but there Is a constant atmosphere uf perfume, an endless tinkle of concealed and liilf-concealed liilf-concealed Jewelr), a continuous murmur of musical olces In prajcr, nnd a ceaseless cease-less rustle of uomin's attire as they come, go, or prostrate tlieinscKcs In their des otlons. The latter are certain ly solemn and lmprcssle, whether dow n among the old fisher-folk, at the Grand Mosque ultli the Malekl rite, or here where the ueitthlcr Arab men and women come clad in the richest textures of the orient and laden often with Jewels which would purchase a king's ransom The Moslem mutt pray live times each da. Every act of priyer begins u Ith tlicsowords Irom the Koran: ' I raise be to God, the l.ord of all creatures, the most mercilul, the Lord of the da) of judgment! Hue do we worship We implore Thy aid Direct us In the right way." 1 his, and other passages are repelled, re-pelled, led by the thalib, a sacred scholar nnd an old man, In the nature of responses. Tiie faces of nil are toward the east, their Mecca At each mention of the name of God, every worshiper protiratts himself so thai secn parts of the body the head, hinds, knees and Icet touch the sacrcil carpet together. The booksellers of Scotland, and particularly the second hand bookseller 1 dealing in cutlous and valuable works, of whom there arc very many In l'din- burgh and Glasgow, do not entertain a very kindly feeling for the memory of the lite Lord Iennson. The cite many little unpleasant characteristics of the ' laureate ns a man. but their particular ft reason for unfriendliness lies In the (id that, as they Insist, he w is even more of a Sh) lock than Kuskln In all his relations with bnol sellers; and tint not tinny ears since he neirly caused the ruin of I one of their number, Mr. Robert Forrester, bookseller of tho Koyal I x-change. x-change. Sit. George's Square, Glasgow. A stranger one day sauntered into Mr. I orrcster's shop meanly clad, trlzzled anil unkempt and betraying all the ordimry marks of a seedy customer beneath a frousled slouch hat. lie was very anxious, he said, to get a very cheap copy of two of lenn son's poems as Slits to poor folic who were not able to purchase them. He was shown several copies of the cheapest cop) right I nglish editions, but these were fir too dear. IladntMr. 1 orrcstcr something within his means, perhaps one of those cheap American reprints? Oh, cs, he hid two copies, left by some family returning re-turning from America, but It was Illegal to sell them That would not matter, in so good a ciuse The grizzled stranger pressed the putcliasc.aiid finally hecurcd Hie two copies for four shillings He was none other than lord lennyson himself, and through the unmanly artifice lie succeeded in mulcting Mr. 1 orrcstcr to the extent of '150! Iier)body in the United Mates knows, ur knows about, bras e and good old Kobert Coll)er, who, though for a quirter century one of our greitcstof preachers, works in his study beside the very anvil on which his 'prentice diss were passed before he became n full-Hedge full-Hedge Wkshlrc blicksrnlth. Ills master was 'Oml Jickle" Hlrch the tillage smith of quilnt old llkley, in Whiffet! lie. W lien you stand b) its ancient church of All Saints, nnd look in upon its mossy f raves and the Kunlc crosses, vour lands will crisp the birs of its nuge iron cites They were forged on "owd Jackie "nmil by this same stouthearted stoutheart-ed "lorkshlre lllackmltli." And somehow as one turns awiy from llkley, the feeling comes strongly Ihat there was wrought Into these roads nnd bars a hero-grit more Impressive nnd iruperlsh- able thin Is repealed in all other monu ments or tokens left In W'lmfcdale. . since the days when the Romans trod these pleasant ways rhcre It an old quatrain iniong the Irish pcuuintty, the origin of which, for thespirit of inslsllvcprophecy It contains, night fairly be attributed to tho provident prov-ident ecnius of one of the chiracters to which It refers' 11 bile Irelsod Is oulj Ireland 1 ou II hato fores ernorii Tti iHiroueh an I tl ecorrair ttcalue- Ibtfiatiln dimr Thebocough was the wandering minstrel min-strel and storj teller of Ireland lie Had keen scent for rscry spot where geniality and (.entroslty flourished, but poicrly, oppression and sorrow hue long ago witlidriwn the scant cheer that once gave lum place. Thebocough Is jjone lint the other one. the corrig,wno requires no nlmcnt, looci or housing, reniuni within the hadowof the Irish cibln door. Through-out Through-out Counnnara, nnd pirtlculaily inn I jrmer tramp down from the Ualllndoon "'met to Cloghmore and the sea I saw one oi theso silent, dried up old fellows trembling m the wind by the door of try hut or cahin 1 passed ,,. ,mY, ',"". tncl1 ullc touL- a pa-We pa-We Individuihty nnd seeming lids one stood there defiant, as If repellint ?,"'", "PP'oich I hit one had i ,S..n,r.B", lf ,0 I'lllmilo thit a line, iwS.ii ckll,onl w" conceited fw r. ' nc". Another seemed ih,.IPi "".e ,uar' from tHent vIrII out Anifi '" lh? Ll,ltr mountain wind Ano her was bent and leaning as though eemi' "I11 U,'eru no lonl."' Another ,,'M, J0 mcUh the p user to enter, k Wl"1 "y -.'"lure that you M lfl.ii?rt b?w" ind sidly attentive end ...S'"K '," ttracm solemnity to oi.Hpuiti?rn.,onca irom i,,e ia"ta"i' The cqrrag Is but a tall bundle of limbs or olscrs, set hclore the door to break the hurt of the mvtige mountain blasts, "the bold man of the branches," the peasants call It, but onm sometimes reels Ihat this Insensate Unified rlibtcc-tor rlibtcc-tor of the Irish cabin was tlio" only object 111 guise ol hum in tint eVefgot thus near the nnn-iitglected, Gorl icusakcn peasanlty of this pitifully conditioned land To my mind a scene In early morning on Grand Canal In Venice, is fire more Interesting than m? in the call evening, when the faded ailslocracy of thu city are moving about with apparent listlessncss in their pritalo black gondolas, decorated with their owners' coals of arms, propelled by private gondoliers hi ridiculous lheric, or M night w hen the conal In generil Is w hoi-I) hoi-I) and otTensKely a show object to open-mouthed open-mouthed strangers. In the verycatly morning, while the grny Is jet upon the water, and the gurglin,-; ol the tides Is like the chuckling of night Imps in the dark retreats ol the lowest arches and angles, then it Is tint the oddest and most liscinallng processions pass and repass awiy tlown there in the shadows bencith jour window. bcoies of little, long birges loaded with vegetables from the flat, outlying islands are on their way to themitket attheKlalto The suls arc red, with blue tips and jellow center pieces, and most grotesque figures of Madonnas arc painted somewhere on their giudily colored sterns These birges are propeller! pro-peller! by poles In the hands of men In purple, pink, blue and or inge garments, and very often a bareheaded peisint woman is piled in with the vegetables Here nnd there a sindato, a lighter and more graceful bark than the gondola, dirts b). Ills rowed bj two men, with tissled caps, tike the Disci) in fishermen. fisher-men. Ahalfdoren goals ale tied head nnd tall to the Ltinwale, and women and children nre milking these on their wiy to the next customer. llarcis with soldiers speeding to or from guird changing, fill the shadowy way Willi a din oi cluttering profanity. Mere are four nuns with bowed heads btins'ionedonaomc errand of mere). Again whole lamllics of the lowlier classes, especlilly pious through some common bereavement, nre setting out lo bo present at some very cheap nnd early miss Here come a crowd of bom with v 111 igerl, vegetables, fo Is, fiigons of milk bestowed In dewy wisps of grass, rolls of butler in last sear's sweet, white corn husks, nnd numberless and n ime-less ime-less sltUTs for the mercato. Thej are from the mainland himlets, nnd must hac been astir at midnight lollow-ing lollow-ing these Is a curious procession of fondolas piled higher than the gondo-IerV gondo-IerV heads with Household goods; nrd the people owning them whu nre thus ' moving," follow In their ow n gondolis, suggesting a funeral of household goods cut short in its cortege. Ihtrc arc friars with huge biskets In their gondolas setting out to the markets to buy and beg for their brethren nnd the poor, tired fishermen with boat-loidi boat-loidi of gleaming fruit of the sea, sailors subdued and sullen after an nil night's ruystcrlng on their way back to their 'dogs life and the ships, messengers with the night's collection of telegrams, bakers In white linen caps nnd shirts, with boitloids of Hack, brown and white bread, water-carriers with huge casks and flagons of drinking water; butchers. Icemen, grocer) men, all in boats making their first morning rounds, and all of them down there upon the water in the shadows seeming like some w eird and silent maskers in a dream. Scotland his never been more thrilled In expectancy or disappointed In outcome out-come than in the career, so far, of her at one time most promising of poets, A exander Anderson. There is a penny home piper olkd the People's 1 rleua, published at Dundee. It encourages contributions from country home lolk and the lowly strikers in towns. About twttse years ugo some tender heart-rh)mes, heart-rh)mes, rugged and rough but with masterful n alios In them, among which were 'Cuddle Doon ' and ' Jennie W I' 'I he Aim (crooked) Teeth," were noticed notic-ed In this sheet otcr the name of Alex-inder Alex-inder Anderson, widely copied and commented on Then came a poem which electrified the l.and o' Cikes, and which wilt ever remihi ns much a heart song of the elilirb Scottish neonle nnviirtn iir penned by Kobert llurni. It was called 1 Castles 1' The Air," and there is tho first stanza, as I recall it from memory. riio ttonnle, tannic- tulrn whs sits poklti 5 Ilia nee (ashes), GlOHcrin I the fire wi I ti wee round face, Lauzliln at ihe putnn lowe (llama daml Yvliit sees lie there? Its the joung dreamers biggin castles T the sir! The Rev. George Gllfillin, pastor of the U. 1'. Church nt Dundee, one of the miny editors of Hums, hunted up the unknown genius and lirt brought his personality to public notice. I lo found tho poet to bo whit we call In America n ' section hand," that is, one of a gang keeping rallw ly tricks In repilr; 'aur-lacenieu" 'aur-lacenieu" they art called In llritaln.and this strapping joting fellow who had given Scotland lis finest fireside poem lor a half century w is earning but three shillings, sixpence perdi). The discover) ciused immense excitement ex-citement in Scottish literary circles, and Sir Noel I'aton, Her Majesty s Limner for Scotland, painter ul 'Uberon and I itanh," I Wu of the World," ' Christ In The Garden," etc., nt once took the turf iceman bard under his powerful patronago It resulted In securing for the poet the appointment of llbnii in In the 1-diiiburgh University library, I tut bcemetl to end the man s genuine poctl' s-.il career, ills ihyne, appearing at long Intervals, Is atdted and scholastic. This Is held In the deepest resentment by those still fondl) crooning "Cuddle Doon ' and ' Castles I' The Air." I tell my Scottish literary friends they must let the man sup at learning's fount for the terrible ' ilrooth" that was on him. tint then he will nod and doze and hibernate, and that hyntid by ho will slug hies a prisoned bird acrosi the soars in memory Of.hhutowlyslioprs. lint they will not bclleume, nnd InsM Ihat the next poet who Is t,ien a life position in Scotland will be ' bro't o'er thu heckle pins 5 ilrlyl ' The minstrels of Ireland are not all gone from the highways and by w ays of I rin. 1 lie mournful harp nnd plalntlt c pipe may havetiven way to the breezy 0 injo mid crooning violin, but the songs which these accompany arc the songs of Ireland still, Dowu by the rotten Llid ihli wharves ef old Galwiy town, I recently came upon a rapt nudlemx enthralled en-thralled by tho dulcet notes of lim Bteiman the "rtjiidcimg mln thrr M llppetat) one if ihe cci t lugei 1 ex er heard, undone- who would have been great were It not for Iheilmr of the tinder u it , they Unity term the West of Ireland mountain dew I hid seen 1 im m my, nnny limes before In Irchnd Ourtrnninfngslnd brought us Into the same rclvtlom of artist and rcsnonslse auditor so many times that, as lie tipped me a comforting 'J,,ln0.', rS(i'ltlon, and I noticed Ihat his violin hatrbetn rrplited by the Urn-poriry Urn-poriry ihbpgh 'Ample musical mukeslult St J,1i,lti YT?Pht famine peiMof an Vlncicnl Irish chum, in the piue follow-h'thls follow-h'thls hallid. I felt emboldened to loss hlpi bit liN wink wlih the querj" "And.Tjm. Mbydidn'i joulriug the churn with Its head?' truth, ycr honor," he re plrcil In a ilasliand with a w Income smile, holding the chum head banjo itoft so nil could see, 'filth, I never aryuc- wida lidj an'.yer honor, a botild Irish wooman stud at Its oilier Ind'" I hnd got a taste of his sprightly nnd ncscr vicious wit, and he m quickly ,ot my shilling for lint smie more power to the quick hinges of lln nimble tongue of the wandering minstrel of 1 Ippcrnryl I lx.Ak I, W'AKL4AN. |